I dream of the root-tree

By Sara Elgerot

Skum is foam

Hora is hour is whore

Pants are

trousers or knickers

or trash or rubbish

 

At what hour is the foam in the bin

the whore pant-less scum

 

I dream of the root-tree

once cuttings

from the same seed

 

intertwined with the wind

kvasir of the universe

danced and mingled

honey dripping

 

Lost

oh how lost

to each other

since

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